Throughout the four seasons, flamboyantly you stand
out.
Too harsh is the winter though, indissoluble are you
for it.
Never can spring’s windstorm do shake you drop you down,
Nor you would fall on the ground in the fall of the
year.
The fairest of you outshines the bright petals of
the summer.
So the darling bees, butterflies and birds become
oversight,
And towards you they flew in thrilling moment of
ecstasy,
Suddenly they perch on you and think it was not you.
Hovering over you by tuning their own woodwinds
To suck the nectar and, do breathe the sweet odour.
This ceaseless brightest part of year is there in all
days,
And you change the season of all places you are
therein.
For lasting existence of this summer in aeon of life,
These lines take on as the custodians of fairness
you own.
Never can anybody or time steal your possession of
beauty.
Fear not of death, old age and sickness, for it consumes
you not
Because you shall remain forever unharmed young in
these lines.
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